[Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction] I Raise A Ying in Yiling

Chapter 276 The Eve of the Decisive Battle 2

After walking briskly for a quarter of an hour, Wei Ying finally found a group of dozens of slightly disheveled figures in a mountain hollow that was quite a distance from the Demon-Subduing Cave and covered with dark, thorny bushes that were half a person's height.

Although they appeared somewhat disheveled, their expressions showed no signs of dejection or fear. Instead, they exuded excitement, curiosity, and vigilance, mixed with the exhilaration of solving a long-standing mystery. They looked exactly like a group of seven- or eight-year-old mischievous kids who had escaped their parents' control and embarked on a "treasure hunt" adventure, reaping considerable rewards. They were completely unlike their usual aloof and otherworldly demeanor!

Seeing this, Wei Ying wondered why these elders had suddenly become so childlike and acted this way. He secretly cursed himself, wondering why he had to be in this situation so badly.

Not wanting them to discover his presence as a junior who had stumbled upon this embarrassing situation, Wei Ying immediately took advantage of the moment when they were engrossed in studying the randomly growing, crooked thorns and other plants. With a thought, his figure blurred in an instant, silently merging into a passing gust of cold wind, leaving no trace as he drifted away with the wind.

As Wei Ying's figure disappeared into the distance, a dignified male voice, tinged with a deep smile, drifted from the crowd in front of the thorny thicket in the mountain valley, a crowd that Wei Ying believed hadn't noticed his arrival: "Tsk tsk, Lan Wenjing, you really tease your junior like this? Alas, look at that pale-faced little thing, he's clearly terrified!"

Lan Wenjing, the one mentioned, accepted Wen Ruohan's "accusations" without batting an eye, offering no rebuttal. He simply smiled gently and casually put down a small, unassuming, grayish-brown object, about the size of a fist, covered in what appeared to be writing. Then, unhurriedly, he pulled a handkerchief embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns from his wide sleeve and carefully wiped his fingers. Every movement exuded an innate elegance and refinement, revealing the bearing of a noble family.

Receiving no response, Wen Ruohan felt as if he had punched a ball of incredibly soft cotton. Dissatisfied, he tossed aside the broken piece of iron he was holding, casually brushed off the dust from his clothes, and said irritably, "Alright, you cunning, smiling fox, stop showing off your refined manners! This Wei kid has come all this way himself; he must have given up on Lan Qiren's old-fashioned temper! We should head down the mountain!"

Nie Changfeng, who had been quietly watching the show from the side, then casually agreed, "Indeed, our large group spent the whole night searching in this mass grave, and we have gained some understanding of this infamous but never-before-seen death ground! In that case, it's time to go back."

"This mass grave truly lives up to its reputation as a cursed place that has entrenched itself for centuries, leaving countless brilliant and talented ancestors helpless. If it weren't for the tribulation lightning that struck the surrounding area by Young Master Wei and his group, we wouldn't be able to survey it so safely!" Lin Yingsu, who had been silent until now, frowned and said worriedly, "But from what I've observed tonight, the resentment and evil spirits deep within this grave are far beyond what people can imagine. It has become a massive threat to the cultivation world that could erupt at any moment! We should discuss how to deal with it!"

Lin Yingsu's worries made Lan Wenjing pause in his actions, and the others also sharpened their gazes. This was indeed an urgent and extremely difficult matter!

Seeing everyone racking their brains for a solution, Lan Wenjing quickly and elegantly put the handkerchief back into her sleeve, raised her eyes to indicate that the figure several miles away was calling out to them in a pretentious manner, and calmly reminded them: "Gentlemen, this matter is of great importance and requires careful consideration! Now, we must return, that child is here again!"

Lin Yingsu looked up and saw Wei Ying's extremely exaggerated and funny appearance. She couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh dear, this child has really suffered! We should be going too. Although the Xuanmen families left willingly yesterday due to the power of our families, they will definitely not let it go! The fact that our families have stayed in this mass grave for a whole night is enough to make them think all sorts of things, anxious, and restless!"

Nie Changfeng's head throbbed at the mere mention of the Hundred Schools of Thought who harbored ulterior motives: "Ugh, there's such a large group of people to deal with and maneuver around. It's really, really annoying!"

Wen Ruohan's eyes flashed with extreme disgust and hatred as he coldly snorted, "Hmph! A bunch of spineless cowards! Let's see who dares to be insolent in front of me!"

When he uttered the last word, a chilling light shot out from his eyes, almost tangible.

As they were talking, Wei Ying, who was pretending to be looking for someone, had already run up to them. Before he even arrived, his voice, full of surprise, floated over impatiently: "Ah, Uncle Lan, Aunt Lin, Sect Leader Wen, Sect Leader Nie, and all the other seniors are here! I've searched everywhere but couldn't find you, which made me quite anxious!"

"Esteemed seniors, it's getting late. Shouldn't we head down the mountain to rest?"

"Alright, let's do as Young Master Wei says!" Before Wei Ying could say anything more, Lan Wenjing, who had already reached a consensus, readily agreed with a friendly smile.

"No... eh?" Wei Ying thought he would have to use more persuasion, but he was surprised to get a reply so easily. He was a little stunned, but he reacted quickly and instantly suppressed his surprise. The corners of his lips curved into an even brighter smile, and his tone was full of joy, "Then the kid will use the teleportation portal now?"

Nie Changfeng raised his thick eyebrows, laughing and crying at the same time, and shouted, "Wei boy, have you forgotten something? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Hehe..." Only after being reminded did Wei Ying remember that there were still several people left to guard the Demon-Subduing Cave. He had been so anxious that he had lost his composure. His handsome face flushed red as he stammered an explanation, "I'm sorry for being rude. It's almost dawn, and Uncle Lan and Brother Lan will be waking up soon..."